Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Byron Stingily to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.